[ And then is was light, ]

And then is was light,
we all sang
we all cheered
those depressing clouds have cleared,
but on ward we push to the next leg of this battle we call life,
it worse here,
its dark and stiff
creativity past
and greed sets in,
money and boos,
but who needs those,
we all see the toll,
see the light,
see the hope,
but we cant grasp it,
forced into classes while what we desire lays years ahead,
this life is slowly killing,
sucking our blood,
making us weak,
and making us hate what we used to love,
sleep is rare and hunger is constant,
money runs short
but parties run long,
we are all singing the same song,
we can have fun and we can work,
but in the end it all catches up,
and we begin to fail,
begin to hurt,
begin to loose sight in what we thought was sure,
music is evil now,
is scrapes and tears,
but wait,
you know it is good,
so why is it so hard?
This is not was you expected,
it is not fun or easy,
too difficult for words,
too much pain to re create.
Why do so many go,
what good does it do?
We cannot see the end,
but we are just at the beginning and cannot leave now,
want to push, want to fight,
and prove we know our stuff,
that we are tough,
but we cant all succeed,
the world is competitive
and makes us that way too,
we forget our brothers
our friends and our passions,
when will this cycle end?